At last he felt his neighbors dividing behind him, and turning he saw Christina pressing her way forward alone.

She was looking at no one, and, save for the fact of her being alone, you would not have supposed she was in her mother's house.

As she recognized Rowland she beckoned to him, took his arm, and motioned him to lead her into the supper-room.

She said nothing until he had forced a passage and they stood somewhat isolated.
"Take me into the most out-of-the-way corner you can find," she then said, "and then go and get me a piece of bread." "Nothing more?
There seems to be everything conceivable." "A simple roll.

Nothing more, on your peril.